Another lovely day. Munching on walnuts. Thinking about Melville. I was reading Moby Dick last night and I messaged myself saying "He treats the language as worn-out, and must be twisted into something new." Maybe that's why it's hard for people to read as time goes on? People reading it think it's some old-timey way of saying things and everyone spoke that way back then, but no, no they did not. One of my editions of Moby Dick includes reviews from when it was published, and one critic straight-up calls him a lunatic. 

I too enjoy the feeling of words as much as their meaning. 

Well hello, I got my W-2! Apparently I do make some kind of money. That's good to know.